Chapter 3 - The Unaccustomed Time Traveler
“You’re here,” Jon said without turning his head. He just looked at the verdant woods in the distance.
Hearing the similar words, Angor recalled what he said to his brother just a while ago and couldn’t hold back his mild smile.
“Yes, I’m here,” Angor replied while pointing at the medicinal salve on the desk, then gave the mute servant a questioning look, who in turn shook his hands back at Angor.
Angor sighed in distraught, took the salve and sat beside Jon.
“Teacher, you disregarded the doctor’s words again?” Angor screwed the glass bottle open and carefully applied the green colored salve upon the wilted limbs of his teacher.
“It does not matter anymore,” Jon showed a trace of yearning and sorrow in his eyes. “I’m near my end now. ‘It’ will not let me live.”
“What’s ‘it’?” Angor suddenly surveyed the surroundings in alert. “Your enemy?”